Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Белая ночь

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White night prepared a bed in the Pskov region,
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The white night gives nightingales a rest.
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White night looked at the meadow prematurely,
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So that she herself, scattered on the grass, fall asleep.

White night lit the fogs light
Shreds of fog hovering with the clouds merged
White night let go to the far
Bitter little thoughts: stand, behold, and pray.

Because of the fog, the trees seem to be suspended.
The White Church sounds a special tune.
The whole lod is consoled by the moon of great calm,
He glorifies everything under the moon of the Creator in the night.

White night prepared a bed in the Pskov region,
The white night gives nightingales a rest.
White night looked at the meadow prematurely,
So that she herself, scattered on the grass, fall asleep.